Probably for the better, the Wilmerdings postponed the boating trip. It is so hot that it makes no sense to go out during the day any more; we both had the day off and stayed in bed until 3.30 PM. This will give me more time to acquire enough tuna to chum the water when Mr. Stuyvesant-Fish jumps off the boat; it will take a great, GREAT white shark to swallow that social magnitude. I went into the pool yesterday to clean the twigs out of the filter and the water must have been close to 90; there is no relief and none of us remember it being this hot and dread this hurricane season. Fortunately, there are several bars around that are, indeed, refreshing and off we head there.